Stone Circle there are shooting stars behind your eyes

She only feels the knife dig deeper into her chest. Valette has always been kind, even if she hadn’t spent a lot of time with her before. In a way, she regrets it. Perhaps things would have turned out differently if she had. She realizes she has a lot of regrets.

Awkwardly, Noma looks away when she mentions what she must have gone through and she inwardly sighs. She glances away from the ground, ears tilted back as she focuses on their outer surroundings while Valette continues to engage, offering her a shoulder to lean on. An invitation for more information in the form of prying, but in a way that isn’t prying at all. She knows she means it. Noma thumps her tail on the ground a few times, and is surprised by the next offer—to watch her kids—and her chest tightens, having forgotten. As much as she wants to shake her head and remove herself from any connection—and the fact she only assumes (very incorrectly) that they are Steady’s children—causes her head to nod without much control. She whispers: “I would like that.”

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